Coin covered eyes
Can no longer see lies
Only the beauty of truth –
Found in the truth
Revealed by the ask
Answers, hesitant but true
And the silence
The silence is telling me more
Than my truths
Can ever behold
It’s sadness that wells
Gone are the ways
Of the fun of the game
Behind these coin covered eyes.
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My once crystal blue eyes
Now covered with coins
I dream of a place –
A palace perched high in the sky
Where the sun never shines
And birds refuse to fly –
The moon is present all day
I feel lost in weeds and reeds
I can’t open the door to the outside
It’s a dream, I believe
That is eating –
Eating me from the outside.

As I watch from the shadows
With coin covered eyes
From a palace perched high in the sky
An absolute silence is near, I fear
Even though the sun never shines
The palace it lays among long-lasting lies
I feel lost in weeds and reeds
In this tangled mess, once called life –
There is a far greater majesty
Seen by crystal blue eyes
Yet I cry, and I cry
And I try, and I try –
To open the door to the outside
My mind enshrined in a room –
Not a palace perched high in the sky.

Filthy coins cover
A pair of sleeping blue eyes
A crown of laurel leaves –
Left behind
Stars stare me down
With their twinkling bright eyes –
The moon is present all day
There exists a far greater beauty
Than the dancers of jigs
And the glistening webs of spiders
The chirp of a cricket is heard
As it passes through the night –
Passes unheard
Silence is set, in this quiet world
A deaf world, where no word is heard –
In a palace perched high in the sky.

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